If one is the kind of creature I am and wants to do the kind of writing I want to do, an… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
Why should it happen that among the great many women whom I see and am fond of, suddenly somebody I meet for… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
The only way through pain…is to absorb, probe, understand exactly what it is and what it means. To close the door on… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
In the garden the door is always open into the "holy" - growth, birth, death. Every flower holds the whole mystery in… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
Love opens the doors into everything, as far as I can see, including and perhaps most of all, the door into one's… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
“I felt pain like an assault, The old pain again When the world thrusts itself inside, When we have to take in the outside,… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
This suspension of one's own reality, this being entirely alone in a strange city (at times I wondered if I had lost the power… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
Real joy is becoming exceedingly rare among artists of any kind. And I have an idea that those who can and do communicate it… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
For to be desperate is to discover strength. / We die of comfort and by conflict live. — May Sarton Copy Share Image
“I see you with that shell Held to your sensitive abstracted ear, Hunting the ocean’s rumor till you hear it well, Until you can… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
There is a wilder solitude in winter When every sense is pricked alive and keen. — May Sarton Copy Share Image
I long for the bulbs to arrive, for the early autumn chores are melancholy, but the planting of bulbs is the work of hope… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
Why is it that people who cannot show feeling presume that that is a strength and not a weakness? — May Sarton Copy Share Image
Innocence is not pure so much as pleased, Always expectant, bright-eyed, self-enclosed — May Sarton Copy Share Image
